I picked you up yesterday like I have so many times before. Still, it had been a while. You’ve grown and I had flashbacks of when you were a baby: an aggressive round little brown girl. I never had a brown girl of my own and even though I wasn’t chosen to be your godmother by your mother, you chose me. And so did God.
So we bonded. An easy bond. I loved you. An easy love. And somehow I ended up being a role model and praying for you constantly that you would break the generational curses. You had a hard way from the start and I knew every prayer would count. You’re smart, perceptive, resilient, and a survivor. I can see easily how God has given you the gifts and talents to overcome the deficit of resources you were born into.
Yesterday we road on a hay ride, ate junk food, danced and I stood in a line for 40 minutes for you to get your face painted.
You had never ridden on a hay ride and I love introducing you to new things. It did not escape my notice that when I dipped my fries in bbq you did the same. And when I took a chair in that 40 minute line, you did the same. You follow me and that reminds me of the responsibility I was given. The one I never asked for but couldn’t help but say yes to because of the fondness I have for you.
Pretty soon you’ll be 10 😮. You’ll be a preteen. I’m seeing the changes in you each time I see you. Now you no longer make goofy faces at the camera, you actually smile at it. You’ll be hitting some important milestones and I am in awe that I got to be a vital part of your story. Without me even realizing it, I had a special assignment in your life.
And you have a special one in mine. On mother’s day when I get those calls they warm my heart. As a childless women in her mid 30s I recognize that God gave me a spiritual child.
I look forward to our continued journey together, watching you grow and praying for your wellbeing.
I know our connection is a confirmation that you will do great things.